"When you were young, I guess your dad beat you a lot......"

Looking at the crazy old ginger not far in front of me, Huang Simeng's sweat in his head, I was shocked: "How do you know!" ”

Huang Simeng couldn't help but laugh and cry: "Why don't you give him this kind of bad move?" You're obviously taking revenge on him......"

I listened to it with joy: "You know a fart, do you know what it's called?" It's called the years of burning passion! Whose youth doesn't have a story? ”

Huang Simeng was speechless: "Where did you learn all these ghost ideas...... It is said that it is better to demolish ten temples than to destroy a marriage, you are good, just carry a detonator, and the woman of the other family has not offended you, as for this is too much......"

"Of course, I learned it online. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" I pouted: "If I don't go too far, I'll have to disappear from the world!" Besides, these people use the job quotas given by the state for personal gain, which is in itself an insult to morality, and it should be excessive for them. ”

After dealing with the matter of the old ginger head, the big stone on my chest finally fell to the ground, and the relevant personnel on both sides of the blind date were embarrassed to leave the scene, and at this time, in front of the cold noodle stall, only the lonely figure of the old ginger head remained.

Looking at his shoulders swaying and wiping his cheeks with his sleeve from time to time, I guess he was crying!

Huang Simeng is a woman, soft-hearted, the most can't see this kind of scene, she complained and grabbed my arm, she said: "Look at your idea, let your father look so big, he doesn't know how uncomfortable he is now, why don't you go over and comfort him?" ”

Looking at the sadness on the face of the old ginger, I also felt a little guilty in my heart, after all, it was my father, my idea was damaged enough, he was thrown to his grandmother's house today......

stepped forward and patted the old ginger on the shoulder, and I comforted: "Don't be sad, isn't it embarrassing?" It's better than you running away from home! When this is over, you can also go to the army in a down-to-earth manner, right? ”

The old ginger glanced at me with sobs, and shook his head sadly: "I can't go, I can't go......"

I could hear the clouds and mountains covered in fog: "What can't you go?" Be a soldier! I don't believe it, just because I offended them, they can still influence your political trial! ”

I was talking to the old ginger, and suddenly someone next to me tapped me on the shoulder, and when I looked back, it was the noodle stall owner, who pointed to the old ginger head with his hand: "You know?" ”

"Nonsense, don't you see I'm trying to persuade him?" After I returned to the boss, I went to pull the old ginger's clothes: "Okay, don't sit and cry with this, you have to cry and go home and cry, manly husband, how embarrassing it is for the people around you to see." ”

The old ginger was still unmoved, still sitting there and shaking his head incoherently: "I can't go......"

I was stunned: "What the hell are you trying to say!" Why can't you go? ”

The owner of the noodle stall saw that we were still chatting with him, and poked my waist again: "What is the relationship between the two of you?" ”

I looked impatient: "Don't you see that we look alike?" We are cousins! ”

"Oh!" The boss suddenly realized, and then grabbed my clothes: "That's right, don't go, just now this kid lifted my noodle stall, and the bowl broke several for me, if you don't lose money today, don't leave." ”

I was speechless, stared at Lao Jiang Tou, and then looked at the boss with an innocent face: "Brother, although I am cousins with him, I really don't know each other, I don't believe you asked him, we just met yesterday......"

This old ginger is really, I just let him pretend to be mentally ill, who knew he would really make a mess! If you lift it, he doesn't bring any money when he goes out, and I don't know what he thought at the time......

In the end, we could only talk to the boss for a long time, because it was a scenic spot, there were a lot of tourists, the boss still had to do business, to see that we did not have money, and in the end he could only leave us in the noodle stall for two hours to brush the plates......

As soon as the park happened, we went back to the old house under the leadership of Lao Jiangtou, however, I was originally a non-existent character in this timeline, so I naturally didn't dare to go home with him, in order to express my gratitude, Lao Jiang stole a lot of food stamps, sugar stamps, cloth stamps and various tickets from home under the risk of being killed, anyway, he gave a lot of tickets to buy things on the market, I guess he walked and walked with bad legs and feet should have a lot to do with this matter......

In the days of the 80s, with the ticket, Huang Simeng and I were finally able to avoid freezing and starving, here, I not only drank a bottle of milk for four cents, but also ate cabbage for a dime, until I left, I even brought a few bottles of Wuliangye for more than two yuan......

With the gradual reduction of tickets, I also know that it is impossible for me to continue to stay in this timeline, after all, in this era of tickets, without tickets, it is not important for you to have money, and if you want tickets, you have to work, with the current status of Huang Simeng and me, it is almost unrealistic to find a job......

After several days of fierce ideological struggle, I finally made up my mind to return to the timeline that belonged to me, and in these days, Sun Monkey's resentment should have disappeared a lot, and I thought about going back to him to say goodbye, he should not beat me to death......

Besides, the new field is about to open, Huang Simeng still has to go to work, let alone me, there is such a big gang of people in the family pointing at me to eat and drink, I have to drag it and not go back, Yang Jian has to steal the dog and sell it again......

Entering the timeline again, I struggled to look back at the streets that were about to disappear from my eyes, and my old house that carried my memories, because I really didn't want to come back here again.

It's not that I don't cherish memories and the past, it's just that memories are more perfect only when you can never get them again, if people can shuttle between the past and the future at will, then this kind of life must be a kind of sadness, because, there is no regret, it is the real regret!

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This chapter is not joyful, even a little sad, and the afternoon chapter should be better, after all, it is time to meet the gods again